Fuzz

I'm always wondering
How far that I was wandering
How far from my last marking
And where that I've heading

I felt that I had lost
In the time that I fought
By losing many thought
And moving at all most

Time is coming and passing by
Look alike it's on the fly
Hopping and stumping try
With doubting and frustrating mind

Now I've left, now I've cut
To the narrowing cut
Even on the mud
I'm always on my guts

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